Well… Anyways, I was just being bored just like any other day, and checking through my account, I noticed that a lot of you still had your alerts up for this story. So I thought since I had nothing better to do and since I feel that I sort of left this story on a bad ending, I decided to write a short epilogue for you guys! Hope you like it! :)
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A few days had passed ever since the bet between Gibbs and Abby had been commenced, and Tim and Tony were just getting started on their own challenge. Of course, DiNozzo had come running to his boss, asking for his help, begging him from his knees. Gibbs didn't blame him. After all, what more could you expect from Tony? A week without any dates? That was practically impossible for the man! And for once, Gibbs actually had pity on him…
…But that didn't mean he agreed on helping the agent.
"Why Boss?!" the man had pleaded, leaning over Gibbs' desk so he could push his own face closer to his boss's. "I helped you! Why can't you at least return the favor?"
Gibbs had glared at him while sipping at his coffee. "Because you're Tony. Tony can't go through a week without contacting other women other than Ziva or the Director. It's just not possible," was the blunt, sarcastic remark. "And don't even say you helped me last week. All you did was take my coffee maker from home – which I still haven't gotten back – and left have empty Caff-Pow! cups in Abby's lab. That's not helping!"
"Hey," DiNozzo had replied in a hurt tone, "It did too help. My evil little plot almost worked, but you just had to screw things up by having your stupid coffee."
"Maybe I wouldn't have had the coffee if I hadn't had any 'hallucinations'. Do you remember that?"
That had made Tony gawk. "How did you-" He stopped himself midsentence. "Oh, I forgot. You're Gibbs," he muttered sarcastically, which earned a slight nod from his boss.
Gibbs had sent Tony back to work with no promises of aiding him in his bet, but he had made no promises to himself that he wouldn't help the younger agent. After all, why would he want McGee of all people to win? That just wouldn't be right in Gibbs book. He told himself he would have to have a little more pity on Tony…
…So he had taken DiNozzo's cell phone out of his desk drawer while he wasn't looking, which was payback for the coffee maker he had never gotten back. The missing phone had later sent the special field agent into a panicky frenzy around the building, trying to locate his device which had somehow magically "disappeared." Part of Gibbs wanted to tell the man that the cell was in his possession, but the other part of him just wanted to leave the whole thing at that. Gibbs decided to listen to the latter part of himself. No phone, no women (unless if he used his home phone). He would just have to keep it for the whole week without telling the agent, because if Tony knew that Gibbs had the phone, who knew how annoying he could get? The very thought made Gibbs shudder.
Abby, on the other hand, had her hopes high on Tim winning, much to Gibbs' chagrin, but honestly, Gibbs couldn't blame her. A McGee without his video games or a DiNozzo without his women: which was more likely? Obviously, Tim.
"Let's face it," Abby had explained in her lab on another one of Gibbs' visits in the morning, "it's gonna be a rough week on McGee without all his computer games and stuff, but Tony can't possibly make it through this week alive. I give him five days."
Gibbs had shaken his head. "I give him three."
"Aw, that's harsh, Gibbs. At least give him four. How much do you wanna bet?"
"Please, don't even start that."
He had chuckled, and she had giggled. Both had taken long sips from their beverages at hand before an awkward silence overtook them. Abby had stared at the tiled floor, and Gibbs had counted the speckles on the tiled ceiling as an unfamiliar feeling grew in his stomach.
It was the day to get Gibbs' tattoo.
They had discussed the whole thing the day that their bet had ended, and Gibbs was definitely not happy.
"Abby. I. am. not. getting. a. tattoo," he had muttered sternly.
"But we agreed that whoever won the bet could make the other person do whatever he or she wants!" she had exclaimed. "Don't tell me you're gonna go back on your vow, Gibbs! We shook hands! You just don't take back what you say when you shake hands!"
"But you told me to tell you that I loved you a few minutes ago!"
"That doesn't count! And if you really do love me, you would've told me that anyways!" Abby put on a hurt face. "We're you just making that up?!"
"No," he had replied, and a smile once again crept up on the goth's face.
"Good! Then we're getting you a tattoo!"
It had taken only about a thousand more of Abby's pleads to finally get Gibbs to give in, but he was happy to see her happy, especially the way she hopped up and down clapping her hands when he had finally said yes.
"It's gonna be so much fun, Gibbs!" she had squealed cheerily.
Gibbs shook his head. "Fun?" he had muttered quietly to himself. How was this gonna be fun?
Abby had insisted that he pick the design and everything else, but he had told her that she would have to make the decision. The goth seemed to have no problem with that as she quickly jumped to her computer. Gibbs had turned to leave, only to have her grab his arm and pull him back, saying that he would have to watch her pick which tat to use. He had sighed through the whole two hours of watching her scroll through tattoo pictures, but she was good company to have.
They had picked the design, and in a few days, they had gotten that tattoo. What it was and where it was put were two things that Abby had insisted they keep to themselves, which Gibbs couldn't agree more with. He had no intentions of telling the rest of the team that he had a tat in a certain area. Abby seemed to have fun with it, saying that it was their little secret that they would keep forever. It had made Gibbs smile.
Surprisingly, three days had passed, and McGee and DiNozzo's bet was still going strong, even though both looked rather worn out every morning they plodded into the bullpen, much to Gibbs amusement. It made him wonder how many days they would last. Maybe this whole bet thing was good team building. The two boys seemed to be getting along better.
As for his own relationship with Abby, Gibbs had no idea where that was going. He had attempted to ask her out for dinner again but had once more found her in the lab with McGee, causing him to swiftly turn back to the elevator. He had shrugged his feelings off. After all, he could always ask later. Maybe some other time, maybe never again…
…At least she knew that he cared for her.
That was all that mattered to him. As long as she knew he loved her, he couldn't care if they pursued a relationship together or not. Maybe it was better this way. Maybe it was better that they stayed the way they were for the rest of their lives.
It didn't matter to Gibbs. All he cared about was that he kept his promise to love her forever, that Abby would always stay close to his heart…
…And he had made sure that she would when he had secretly made his way back to the tattoo shop to get the initials A. S. permanently marked on his chest.
The end! Hope you liked it! Please review! :)